Oops ~ that was fast

So, my last post promised I would write in here once a week......at least.  And that was written, um, on May 7.  So much for believing my promises!  (This would be a great place to reflect on the wonderful truth that God never breaks His promises to us, that He is always faithful.....but that would be too easy to throw in here, so I'll refrain.)

It's been a hard week.  A hard couple weeks.  Okay, let's be honest.  It's been a hard few months!  I am not adjusting well to all our adjustments.  Movers came yesterday to take just a few of our furnishings to a friends' home who is having a garage sale soon.  Ruthie came home from school and said, "Whoa.....where's my couch?  Who took the couch?  I always sit on this couch and read after school.  Where did it go?"

I feel kind of like that......only it's my whole life!

"Where's my life?  Who took my life?  I always rest in this life every single day.  Where did it go?"

LOL...don't get me wrong.  I'm so excited for our move.  I'm thrilled that God wants to use us there.  I am hopeful about all the folks we will meet.  I'm happy about all the people Tim can help in surgery.  I hope I can help some folks learn English.  I'm excited to spend time praising God with people who, until next year, have had nothing in common with us at all, except that we all have the same God.

But, I sometimes ask myself:  "Where's my life?"  I get the church mailing about upcoming summer youth activities and I think, "Oh, that would be a good thing to do....."  But then I remember we aren't going to be here then.  Or, I remember that I can't throw Hannah an 18th birthday party, because we will be in Colorado in training when she turns 18.  We are about to go to her and Sam's last piano recital.  Those recitals, every Christmas and every Spring, have seemed as regular and predictable as clockwork for 9 years now......yet this will be our last one.  Ditto for Stephen's guitar recital on Sunday.  We've been going to those, twice a year, for 7 years.  Our lives here are winding down - and its a bit strange and uncomfortable.  Hannah is graduating from our home school in just two weeks.  Back when we started home schooling, when she was 5, it seemed that part of our lives would never end.  But it has.  Forgive me if you see me at the grocery store and I burst into tears.  It's not that I'm not happy to go to Africa, it's just that I'm very sad to leave here.